It's one of those beautiful, beautiful days again. When there is nothing but the whirring of the fan and silence, silence, silence. The air is crisp and fresh, the light streaming through the window is just perfect. I inhale deeply this wondrous feeling, and the slightly paranoid bug at the back of head idly wonders if something is going to come along today and shatter this peace.
I stretch at my window and smile, taking in this mild euphoric feeling of being alone after days and days of mad rushes, noise and screaming in the classrooms. What a nice change, I think to myself. Times like this I yearn to capture the moment into something tangible. How I wish I could just make a large sweeping motion and put everything into a bottle to savour afterwards. But I can't, and I am at a loss.
Dismayed, I let beautiful days seep into my memory, and slip past my grasp.
